"Is Ling Yun Pass up ahead?"
Amid the verdant mountains, Qian Renxue wore plain white robes. She was like a cloud in the sky, meant only to be admired from afar, yet also like a jade lotus standing gracefully in a pond.
Her golden eyes stirred slightly, angel divine power flowing through them in gentle currents and concealing immense strength.
She gazed upon the land around Ling Yun Pass. Across the vast area surrounding it, the earth bore the scars of war. Countless craters and collapsed peaks had reshaped the terrain.
"Yes, Ling Yun Pass is up ahead."
A Titled Douluo beside Qian Renxue spoke softly. As he looked toward the land before them, complicated emotions flickered in his eyes.
That very pass had held back Spirit Hall for years, claiming the lives of several of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo, as well as tens of thousands of Spirit Hall soul masters and ordinary soldiers.
It could be said that every fraction of land before Ling Yun Pass had been stained with blood, every inch buried beneath pale bones. Yet even that torrent of blood had failed to destroy the pass.
But now, its time to fall had come.
The Titled Douluo looked toward the striking figure at his side and could not help bowing slightly, his eyes filled with reverence and fervor.
Qian Renxue swept her gaze around the area, a trace of puzzlement between her brows. She murmured, "Why is it so quiet here? Where are the souls of the dead?"
Ordinarily, the blood aura produced by such a massive battlefield would form a peculiar magnetic field, obscuring the Wheel of Heaven that maintained the Divine Realm's operation and trapping those departed souls within it. Yet the utter stillness around her left Qian Renxue deeply surprised.
"If Your Excellency